He switched the TV on and settled into his armchair.
He’d been looking forward to catching up with the show all week. Thumbing through the magazine, he made sure that he had the time and the channel right. He sat back and waited. The minutes ticked away slowly before the programme’s title came up. Not long now, he thought, with a sense of growing anticipation.
Finally, the show started and he began watching the clock. He waited for the ad to come on, the one where his ex-wife smiled into the camera, wearing the latest and greatest eyeshadow. His patience was rewarded when the advertisement started. He stood, picking up the loaded gun. He waited for the final big close up. He took careful aim and shot her between the eyes.
The TV exploded!